Two Years Strong: We Can Do Hard Things

October marks two years since I started working out at The Y

Three days a week. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Rain or shine, hot or cold, I show up. It’s become part of my rhythm now, something my body and mind both expect. Most mornings, I roll out of bed, lace up my shoes, and head out the door before I’m barely awake.

What I didn’t realize when I began was the complex relationship between consistency and fitness. Some days I push myself. Some days I just show up. And both count. What is the most important thing I have learned?

We can do hard things.

Not because it’s simply a challenge or fun every time, but because somewhere along the way, we stop asking if we can, and start pushing and realize that we already are. That we have been; every step, every drop of sweat, all prove the same truth:

Strength isn’t loud. It’s steady.

This is not the way I work. I’m inspired, making lists, and craving creativity. But somehow the days became weeks, then months, and at the two-year mark, I feel empowered and confident. I’ve reaffirmed my worth and potential as someone turning 56 in a week. I feel immense pride in having shown up, worked hard, and embraced the journey. We can both do difficult things.

I want to thank all of the instructors—I think I’ve been in everyone’s class at some time in the last two years.

I really want to say why I’m thankful. I’m grateful for you being there, every time, on time, with a smile, different music, a fantastic variety of combinations for all types of Burn classes, H.I.T.T. classes, Bootcamp, Stretch, YFit, and Cardio Strength, to name a few. Thank you!

You don’t have to be Irish to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day at The Y. We made a quick video for the Irish Mom of one of my friends in the class. Not perfect, but I’m sure it made her smile.

One-year mark video: A review of the fun leggings my husband bought me for motivation. They worked! Thank you, Greg.